we may not have met in a basement.
nor the city of Aurora.
but our friendship is just the same.
maybe more.
our laughter echoes in a kaleidoscope of good times.
one I hope not to end.
no matter where we go, it's a party.
I strum the guitar strings of your heart
and you bang on the drums of mine.
loud enough that I can jam to.
it doesn't matter if anyone else
can hear it
or not.
long as it's loud enough that I can jam to.
that's all that matters.
I've never been the type to jam
mainstream tunes anyway.
You always play a funky tune.
Something that we can both be silly and groove to.
we may not have met in a basement.
but I think that it's still cool
that you've found your way into my soul.
Into my life.
Drumming away on various parts of my heart.
hot summer days. Long as you're by my side.
through thick and through thin.
I am glad to have you by my side.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem